Life of the party ~~ Xiomara+Silver
Mar 10, 2023 20:11:29 GMT -5
Post by minie on Mar 10, 2023 20:11:29 GMT -5
X I O M A R A H A R T.
How the hell did I end up here?
Only an hour ago I was staring at myself in the mirror wearing a tiny black dress that perfectly showed off my unproportionally long legs and heels that boosted me from a near childlike height to maybe a slightly under average height. There was no telling how much time I took just glaring at my own reflection, contemplating if I really should go this party. Marjorie overhead some of our classmates talking about a career party they were invited to and thought it would be an oh- so-brilliant idea to crash. Now I am never the one for unnecessary socializing with people I know would not want me there, but I could not let her go alone could I?
I could hear my slightly more sociable friend telling me “C’mon, there’ll be free booze” over and over, who am I to turn down a free drink? I took a last swig from the tequila bottle on my desk and headed out the door. I was instantly met with a cold breeze and for a second the idea of turning around and going back into my warm house crossed my mind. Reluctantly, I decided to take down my signature high pony, the only thing my mother and I could agree on, to let my wavy dark hair cover my freezing cold ears.
When I started approaching the house where the party already seemed like it was in full swing, I heard an unrecognizable voice call out “Oh good, you actually came! I thought you ditched me for a second!”. Marjorie clearly had too much to drink already, she was never this perky when she was sober. I could already tell that if I did not get a drink in the next minute, I was not going to be able to stand it much longer.
The lights and the noises inside overwhelmed, it was all too much. The people talking, colors everywhere, a bass so distinct that I could feel it through the tile floors. Everything was happening all at once in my mind and I wanted it all to stop. I longed to be in my bed with the pressure of multiple thick blankets keeping me safe from the situation I just walked myself into. My feet were already beginning to hurt, why did I wear heels, this was all just one bad idea. “Right, where are those free drinks you promised me” I sighed as I looked over to Marjorie. She just headed off and started rambling about, however over all the different noises I could not actually make out anything she was saying.
We walked into a kitchen with a marble island in the middle with what seemed to be every type of alcohol in the book spread across it. Groups of people chatting away as they sought some refuge from the blaring music in the rooms adjacent. A group fell silent and turned to look at me and Marjorie as we walked in and instantly I felt the hostility breath down my neck. I needed to get out of here as soon as I could, the faces sending us unwanted glances were familiar. People I knew from when I was still a promising career, before my lack of professionalism had me expelled. I did not belong here and that was very clear. I quickly went for the first bottle I could find, vodka, oh good I’ll be mixing my liquor and poured it into one of the clear cups that was stacked beside it. I turned around to look for Marjorie as a sign to get out of the room but she was no where to be found.
“Well fuck me, of course she already ran off” I said possibly a little too out loud as I rolled my eyes. I downed half the cup of pure vodka and folded my arms as I glanced around the room contemplating what exactly I should do next.
